Long Beach Public Library (New York)

Long Beach Public Library (New York)

The Long Beach Public Library is the public library of Long Beach, New York, serving the civic, cultural, educational and recreational needs of the community. The central library has two branches: one in Point Lookout, New York and the other at the West End of Long Beach, off New York Ave.

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Long Beach Public Library (New York) - Special Features - Book Sales
... The libraryhas a continuous Book Sale occurring on the librarys Main Floor ... The libraryaccepts donations of books,tapes/CDs,old maps,old postcards,children'sbooks,and magazines ...

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